11 posts tagged “chad”

Today we got to give Ella a bath.  She was pretty dirty because she'd only been able to have little sponge baths because she had an IV in her scalp.  I know that sounds pretty strange, but it's a pretty common place for nurses to put an IV in infants.  The good news is that she's completely off IV fluids, so she won't have to get poked every day!  And, on Monday the occupational therapist is coming to determine whether she can start bottle feeding yet (I'm not allowed to breastfeed yet because of my blood pressure medication).  I'm looking forward to her being able to bottlefeed, because that means no more feeding tube in her nose! 

So, here are a thousand pictures of her bath.  This might take a little while to get through, because like all new moms, I took thousands of pictures and need to show them to everyone.

As you can see, she was pretty dirty.

 

Daddy got her partially undressed and took her temperature:

 

She wasn't too happy about the bath at first:

 

But she calmed down and felt great after a second:

 

Daddy washed her hair:

 

I washed the rest of her:

 

I wonder if all new parents look this scared the first time they bathe their baby:

 

This picture of us dressing her after her bath makes it look like we're performing surgery:

 

After bath:

 

 

 

 

Even the preemie clothes are too big on her!  After I washed them, they looked like they were small enough to fit her, but she's still swimming in them!

And then she finally got some Daddy time.  Chad doesn't get to hold her as much as I do, since he's saving his bonding time for when she comes home:

 

 

It made Ella a happy baby.  She was smiling so much today!

 

And this is Laura, our nurse who has been a godsend to us:

 

 

So today was a great day for me and Chad.  Doing little things like bathing her and changing her clothes/diapers help us feel like parents.  It's hard to feel like a parent when you're not with your baby every moment of every day, but these little things really do make me feel like a mom!

I ask this question every single time I see this picture, but now I can't remember the answer to it.  I can't remember if it broke or if Chad threw it away or if he just couldn't stand looking at it anymore.  So, ignore my make-shift grill for roasting peppers (which I've discovered I can do straight on the burner, but it's more fun and less hot this way) and take a good look at my ugly clock.  Have you seen it?

 

Chad decided to sit up on the roof to read and study for a while, since the sun was going down and it was getting really nice out.

Balcony Cat decided she wanted to play, so Chad played with her for a while.  I'm still not certain why the Wii remote was in his pocket.

 

One of the few reasons I love summer is because we get to spend time up on the roof, where it's nice and special because ours is the only one that was never finished on our street.

Last night Christine, Trevor, and Brandon hosted New Year's at theit apartment.  Any party that Christine throws is always a fun party, by the way.  I was going to write in some highlights from the evening, but it seems I can't really remember that much.  I'll wrap it up: we got so drunk we missed the midnight countdown, Trevor brought out his frog, we drank a lot of champagne, and Amy and Susie found two stray kitten in the parking lot.  Oh, and I have to give mention to Christine's "trailer park sushi", which we all thought was freakin' adorable. (Hostess rolls cut into bite size pieces and then laid on their sides to look like little maki rolls.)  I drank just a little too much.  In fact, I haven't had a hangover this bad since I was in high school.  I'm so ashamed. =)

Here are some of the pictures from last night:

 

 

Oh yeah, everyone thank Chad for being our sober driver last night.  I'm paying him back by making split pea soup today.

It's my weekend off!  I only get one a month, and I didn't take one in October.  I probably won't take another one until January, because the holiday season is the busiest time in retail.  At the moment, I'm still in my pajamas and I am very content.  Here's why today is the awesomest day ever.

1)  Chad and I both didn't get out of bed until 12:34 pm.  (You get a wish if you catch the clock at that time, you know.)

2) Since it's gloomy out, I can curl up on the couch with the cat and catch up on the shows I've recorded.

3) Now playing on Amanda's Tivo: 2 episodes of Queer as Folk from Thursday, 1/2 of a Buffy episode that I didn't finish because Amy came to pick me up last night, the new SpongeBob from Friday (called, humourously enough, The Best Day Ever), and an Iron Chef from Monday that I fell asleep watching. 

4) Two words: GUITAR HERO.

5) Chad is making me some sort of orange liqueur french toast for "breakfast".

6) Did I mention that I'm still in my pajamas?  And that I also have another day off after this one?

I hope you all have a weekend that is this lazy and peaceful!

Everyone congratulate Chad, because yesterday he finished his Microsoft testing and is now a Microsoft Certified Systems Engineer!  (MCSE, that is)  He's been studying for months, leeched to his computer with a cup of coffee and a constant furrow in his brow. Now he's all done, and he won't have any more headaches from computer eyes.  He started studying for the first of 12 tests in December of last year, and took the last one he needed for this certificate yesterday.  I'm very proud of him, especially because he's done all the testing and studying on his own, without taking any training classed.  Yes, this meant that there were times that my computer was the guinea pig for his expirements, but all ended well and now he'll be able to eventually move up even higher in Geek Squad.  Since he won't let me take a congratulatory picture, here's a stock photo of Chad and his emo friend Jason playing Guitar Hero in our living room at Chad's last Geek Squad party.

Last night I told Chad that he had to figure out what he wanted for dinner, since I had to go to my math class until 8:30 (by the way, I found out I got a B on my test...I rule) and I didn't want to have to come home and then decide what to make and then go to the grocery store if we needed anything.  He picked this recipe : http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/recipe_views/views/106891.  This is one of my favorite websites to visit, because I can usually find something yummy and not too Midwestern sounding to eat.  I drove home from my class, stopped by Albertson's, and proceeded home to make dinner.  It was in the car when I realized that said recipe called for roasted yellow peppers, and that my grill was out of propane. 

And ladies and gentlemen, this was my solution.  You need one (1) rack from a roasting pan (similar to the one that Chad accidentally stole from the self check-out at Albertson's), two (2) coffee mugs, and one (1) set of tongs. Oh, and a gas burner wouldn't hurt.

I was really afraid that our peppers would taste like, well, gas, but they ended up tasting really yummy.  The sandwich wasn't all that great, but I really like the cilantro relish and would recommend using Serrano chilis instead of jalapenos, because they add a little more bite. 

This morning I got up for work a little earlier than I normally do, partly because Chad had woken me up to tell me he was going to the gym and was going to take the car.  So, being awake, I did as most people do and headed toward the bathroom.  On the way I encountered two arguing cats, and to not have to deal with being sleepy AND breaking up a literal cat fight, I ushered Circe, my cat, into the bathroom with me and shut the door on Jane, Chad's cat.  All in all it was shaping up to be a regular morning.  And then I tried to leave the bathroom.

In true sitcom fashion, the doorknob was stuck. (Thankfully a) there was no turkey in the oven, b) I was not on the way to my own wedding, and c) I was not trapped with my arch-nemesis.)  Hoping that it had somehow become magically locked, I tried unlocking it.  No luck.  I tried shaking it, jiggling it, and pounding on it.  No dice.  I was going to just have to sit in the bathroom with an already cranky cat until Chad got home.  I couldn't even finish getting ready for work because all of my make-up was in the living room. (The lighting is better in there.)  It also dawned on me that Chad wouldn't be able to do anything for me even if he was home, because the screws on the doorknob were facing me.  That's when I had an epiphany. If only I had a screwdriver, or a butterknife, I could take the doorknob on the door and free myself. 

I'm resourceful; this is what I found:

Poor hairclip.  At least my hair is only 4 inches long and doesn't require any clipping anymore. 

Characters:

Amanda: A 25 year old who is too overly confident in her cooking skills.  She is also drop-dead gorgeous.

Chad: A 30 year old hottie, who happens to be Amanda's live-in boyfriend. 

 

Act I, Scene I

Amanda is at work when the phone rings. 

Amanda: It's an outstanding day at Dior, this is Amanda. (there is a lack of enthusiasm in her voice.)

Chad: Hey hun.

(they chat for a few moments)

Amanda: What do you want for dinner?

Chad: Meatballs.

Amanda: Meatballs?

Chad: Spaghetti and meatballs.

Amanda:.....

Act I, Scene II

Amanda drives home on her lunch break, to make herself a peanut butter and marmalade sandwich and look up some simple recipes involving meatballs.  She is determined not to make just simple spaghetti and meatballs, because she is full of herself and believes that she is far too good of a cook to stoop to simple meatballs.  Her search brings her to a recipe involving baked ziti and turkey meatballs.  Simple fare, she thinks.

Act II, Scene II

Amanda is in the kitchen.  The phone rings. 

Amanda: Hello?

Chad: Hey.  I'm at the grocery store.  Do you want some beer?

Amanda: H%$L yeah I want some beer! 

Act II, Scene II

Amanda is still in the kitchen.  There is smoke around her.  There is an oily, charred smell in the air. The meatballs are turning dark brown, and her head is starting to feel light because all she ate today was a peanut butter and marmalade sandwich, and has now had beer.  She wonders how people can make meatballs that are cooked on the inside and not hard on the outside.  Having had too much beer, she throws the rest of her ingedients into a casserole in a slap-dash fashion and exits the kitchen.

Chad: How's dinner coming?

Amanda: Dunno.  Go open the oven and check.

Chad:  What are you doing?

Amanda: Writing a blog.

Chad: Are you drunk?

Amanda: Slightly.

Chad: But you've only had one beer.

Amanda: That's the way it goes....

...and so ends our scene.  How will the ziti turn out?  Will Chad get salmonella? Will somebody please get Amanda another beer?  Find out tomorrow, or next time Amanda has two beers....

 

 

 

 

...having a few too many...

 

 

 

 

...thinking about it first...

 

 

 

 

...deciding it's okay...

 

 

 

 

 

...sharing the beer as big as your head...

 

 

 

 

...and cute boys.